Title: A Piece Of MeatCharacters/Pairings: Ryan/BeckerWords: 252Genre: HumourRating: Tis fine really. Summary: Ryan does something a little extreme. Author's Note: This is a little something I came up with for fififolle for her birthday. It's not beta'd but I hope you still like it lass. Much love for you today and all the best! xxx

Did they realise how cold it was?

Did any one of them have a clue?

Right now, as Ryan stood clutching his gun tightly to his body, he didn’t budge an inch. Those eyes were devouring him, they were looking at him like a piece of meat.

But Ryan supposed he was if he did something like this.

He was going to be eaten alive. He thought about running, but he wouldn’t make it very far and staying still wasn’t going to help either. The gun was useless with no ammo left, but he could use it like a club or bat if they came any closer.

Despite the chill in the air, Ryan felt the fear beginning to swell in his chest and that was not something he was ever used to allowing. It was a strange sensation for his heart began to race, it became more difficult to breathe and …oh god it felt like he was giving birth to puppies.

He was surely going to die.

It was only when the constriction around his neck was loosened, the red ribbon falling down his naked back to the floor, that the fear finally passed. He saw the look in Becker’s eyes and realised that maybe being eaten alive by him wasn’t going to be such a bad idea after all.

It didn’t matter that everyone else in the room was watching or could see him like this, he wasn’t their birthday present. He wasn’t for them.